My heart moved: "Master, what are you looking for, black and white, impermanence, a bull's head and a horse's face?"

You have also seen that the underworld in the original world is extremely advanced, far from what you and I imagined.

This metal dragon-like monster looks more like some kind of transportation vehicle.

The ghost rides on it and quickly goes to the underworld, which is so convenient, but if you think about it in reverse, isn't it...?"

I deliberately stopped talking.

This is a vehicle that travels back and forth between the Yin and Yang realms.

The door owner's eyes lit up.

"Yes, that must be the case." The eyes of the two sisters Zhuke also lit up.

"Doesn't that mean that as long as we sneak into such a transportation vehicle, find the ghost official who controls it, and let it drive to the Yang world, it can take us to the Yang world where we belong?"

Chi Wei slapped him in the face.

How can such a large-scale transportation method be kept confidential? The owner of the door slapped his forehead.

I smiled bitterly and released Yin Soldier 104, pointed at the subway stationed in front of the huge gate of Fengdu City, and asked, pretending not to know, what it was?

Yin Bing 104 said knowingly.

Chi Wei's face turned red.

Yin Bing made it clear that this was the 'death subway' specially designed for transporting souls in the underworld. It could also travel to and from many major cities in the underworld. His impression was that there were at least dozens of them.

It is convenient and quick to set off for the Yangjian, load up the ghosts and then return;

As for strangers? Theoretically, they can be carried to and fro. This is not a secret in the underworld.

I put away Yin Soldier 104 silently.

Everyone looked at each other, and then laughed softly.

"Relationships, the way to the Yangshi has long been made clear, but you and I use the hells of other planes to measure this place, and think it is top secret?

I preconceived that the low-level Yin soldiers didn't know the top secrets, so I didn't ask about it. As a result, my cleverness was mistaken for me.

It’s so ridiculous, so ridiculous, hahaha!”

Zhu Ding laughed back and forth, her tone self-deprecating.

Indeed, if we had asked Old Ghost Wang earlier about this matter, we would have known how to get to the underworld before we left the Soul-eating Swamp. Why would we bother ourselves so much?

Recalling the hard work of running along the River Styx, what else can I do except laugh at myself?

It was observed on the top of the mountain that after the death subway sent all the ghosts into Fengdu City, it turned a corner and headed towards an area next to Fengdu City.

Does this mean that this train will not go to other places and will be put into storage?

I will state this judgment.

The door owner waved his hand and gave the order to sneak into the stored Death Metro to inquire about the news. See when there will be a Death Metro bound for Yangshi? We can take a ride.

As for the previous plan to capture the impermanence of black and white? Just abandon it!

Who has the patience to use the clunky old ways when there's a better plan?

The plan was decided and we quickly descended the mountain.

Avoid the wandering ghosts and quickly approach the garage area.

As we approached, our eyes lit up. This was a large warehouse, and the Death Metro had already entered.

When we sneaked into the warehouse, we were all shocked.

There were five death subway cars in front of me, parked quietly on the warehouse rails.

Ghost officials wearing strange uniforms and big hats, holding rubber sticks, were walking back and forth, talking quietly to each other.

Their image is obviously that of policemen.

Ghost riding police.

There are also some ghosts in strange uniforms who are cleaning the death train.

Apart from the fact that the employees are all ghosts, it is actually no different from the subway garage in Yangshi, very modern.

We focused on the death subway that just came in. Two old ghosts in weird uniforms got out of it, which caught the attention of the door owner and others.

Because when all the big shot players passed by them, they would bow and salute, very politely.

There is no doubt that these two old ghosts have status.

As soon as I saw the uniforms and epaulettes, I could tell that they were two train conductors, one and the other.

In fact, it is said to be a subway, but it is significantly different from the Yangshi subway.

There is no electronic network in the underworld, so there are a lot of ghost officials on the Death Subway. They are to manage the ghosts. They cannot achieve the same computer control and small number of drivers and passengers as in the Yang world.

Furthermore, the structure inside the Death Subway is different from that of the Yangshi Subway. You can even dine in the Death Subway carriage, and there are matching tables.

The Death Subway is just a name. In my opinion, its internal structure is more like a high-speed train.

Of course, these are all small things. Being able to carry ghosts between them is its main function, and the rest are auxiliary.

There is no need to worry about why the subway in Yangjian is different in structural details.

This is the Underworld, not the Yang Realm. Applying the Yang Realm formula will inevitably lead to deviations.

The door owner pointed at the two old ghosts and we understood.

He followed the two old ghosts invisibly and walked into a temporary lounge.

A female ghost brought food for him to enjoy.

I saw a plate containing leaves from a strange tree in the Soul-Eating Swamp, and then I realized that the leaves with ghostly faces on them were actually the delicacies of ghosts?

The old ghosts gave the female ghost waiter two ghost notes with satisfaction, waved them away, and then spoke in ghost language while sniffing various delicacies.

The six of us were watching the two ghosts nearby, but they were too low-level to notice.

As for the ghost language? We all understand it, so we have the patience to listen to it, hoping to learn more about this unique and unique underworld from the two ghosts.

"Tsk tsk, Lao Lin, this dark tea tastes good today, please use more of it."

The old ghost with black eyes and beard and hair was smiling and talking to the old ghost with bald head and white eyes across from him.

"Haha, Lao Feng, you just know how to eat and drink. Do you have any potential?"

Opposite me, Old Ghost Lin nodded a little at Old Ghost Feng, his ghostly eyes rolling.

"We have a train trip, and the next one will be three days later. What can we do without eating and drinking during the rest period? The consumption in Fengdu City is too high, so we should save some money;

Although you and I have managed to get the position of train conductor, in fact, we are still far away from the big shots in Fengdu City.

I am looking forward to the day when I will be transferred to Fengdu City for my outstanding work. It is full of opportunities. As a ghost official, who doesn’t want to be promoted as soon as possible?"

After smelling the tea, Feng Laogui put down the tea cup and whispered his dissatisfaction.

Obviously, he has been in his current position for many years and would like to move.

"You old guy." Old Ghost Lin looked at the door of the lounge nervously and found that it was already closed tightly, so he answered.

"There are only so many official positions in the Yin Division, and they have long been occupied by powerful families. Even if there are vacancies, they will be transferred within the big families. How can marginal officials like you and me have the chance to fill the vacancies?

The solidification of the underworld class is a serious problem that everyone knows. If you and I have managed to get to the current position, it is the end. Who said we have nothing to do with each other?"

Old Ghost Lin sighed.

"Old Lin, tell me, if a large number of high-level ghost officials died in the underworld, would we have a chance to get promoted and make a fortune?"
Chapter completed!